When Allison was very small, her mother called her
"Princess"; I called her "Big Al." But we both knew that "Princess" represented
her true destiny. After all, her favorite story was Snow White and the Seven
Dwarfs, about a beautiful young woman swept off her feet by a Prince
Charming, and over in England, there was this young fellow named Prince William
who we thought would someday grow up to be a perfect match for our brilliant
and beautiful daughter.

However, it soon became clear that Allison was not the kind
of woman who would sit around and wait for some prince to come along and define
her identity. Rather, more in the manner of a Big Al, she was going to be her
own boss, follow her own path, and define her own identity. And so, she worked
to establish herself as a top student, world-class debater, city commissioner,
Board of Trustees member, and published mathematician.

She was also very sure about one other thing. Ever since the
age of fourteen, she had insisted that there could only be one man in her life,
and that was this young fellow named Steven Kong. Now, I'll admit that, at first, Steven
did seem like a nice young man, he was very good to have around as a computer
repairman, and it was cute the way he would always come to our house and, in
response to our stimulating company, fall asleep on the couch. However, it soon
became clear that, as in so many other ways, Allison had been right: Steven
really was an extraordinary young man—brilliant, mature, responsible, and
utterly devoted to Allison.

And so, it turns out that Allison has fulfilled her original
destiny after all—only, instead of Prince Charming or Prince William, she has
married Prince Steven.